When Yang Mo drove to Liu Yifei's place, Wang Tuo, who was in the passenger seat, couldn't help but ask Yang Mo: "Yang Mo, are you very familiar with Kobe? Why do I feel that you don't particularly respect him. But he still thinks so highly of you.
?And I’ll give you the car.”
"He and I are both basketball players, why do we use the word "respect"? He has not retired." Yang Mo said slightly rudely: "The NBA is not a place that pays attention to human relations. Here, you have to rely on your strength to speak.
If I hadn't defeated him once, he wouldn't have taken me as a rookie at all. If Jordan hadn't taught me post-ups, he wouldn't have discussed with me. Therefore, my communication with him is equal.
.There is no question of respect or disrespect.”
"Haha." Wang Tuo laughed awkwardly and said, "It's not the same as in China."
It's okay that Wang Tuo didn't mention the country. The mention of the country reminded Yang Mo of the big guys from the national team who played for the Jinding team. He couldn't help but complain: "Some old players in the country are really outrageous. I wish every young player could
The players all knelt down and licked him, always using the so-called qualifications to pressure others. I think the old players of some domestic clubs will sooner or later become a cancer that hinders the newcomers from rising to the top. If they don’t have the ability, they will still cling to the past and occupy the manhole without shit. How many potential newcomers will be defeated by them?
It wears away the spirit and wipes out everyone."
"Hey!" When talking about domestic professional basketball, Wang Tuo also sighed. He used to be a reporter for the domestic CBA, and he knew a lot of inside information, all of which were shady things: "If the country vigorously develops campus basketball, clubs can
Separate from the local sports bureau and fully market-oriented operation. We will be able to produce many more basketball talents every year, at least not like the current lack of talent."
"Hey, why do you care about this nonsense? Where are you?" Yang Mo sighed and changed the topic.
"That intersection ahead."
Yang Mo drove the car to the intersection in front of him and stopped, waving goodbye to him: "Okay, you walk slowly and we'll talk when we have a chance."
"Okay, then you are busy first." Wang Tuo nodded quickly. He was naturally very happy to be able to establish a good relationship with Yang Mo. After all, basketball reporters like them cannot live without basketball stars.
After Wang Tuo got out of the car, Yang Mo stepped on the accelerator and sped away. Soon he arrived at Liu Yifei's house. Although her house was not as grand as Yang Mo's house in Miami, it also had a yard and a garden, and everything was available.
When Yang Mo walked into the hall, Liu Yifei's friends actually shouted in unison: Fuck!
Yang Mo couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and looked at Liu Yifei. But Liu Yifei laughed heartlessly.
Fortunately, Yang Mo was good at joking and quickly got along with them.
After the lively party, people in the room began to encourage Yang Mo to sing, and they even had to listen to Yang Mo sing Chinese songs. These foreigners fell in love with Chinese culture because of a single word. They were really pissed off.
Finally, Yang Mo sang the song "Descendants of the Dragon" very well. At the end, he didn't forget to teach them how to sing. A bunch of foreigners who couldn't even speak Chinese sang the song "Descendants of the Dragon". Not to mention how funny the scene was. Liu Yifei laughed so hard that she leaned back and forth.
.She hasn't been so happy in many years.
After making a fuss for a while, the gang suddenly started gossiping about the relationship between Yang Mo and Liu Yifei. Under their gossip, it was useless for Yang Mo to explain. Anyway, they believed that they were a couple, and in the end they even shouted in unison:
kiss!kiss!kiss!
Yang Mo... was not particularly disgusted with this forced pairing. After he felt slightly embarrassed, he suddenly reached out and held Liu Yifei's face, kissed her on the forehead, and then said angrily: "Is that enough?
"
"Not enough!" Everyone shouted in unison, insisting that they needed to kiss each other.
Yang Mo then held up the blushing Liu Yifei and kissed her on the mouth. Just after the kiss, everyone burst out laughing. Then someone else raised a sign: Yifei, you lose!
When Yang Mo saw this scene, he suddenly realized that he had been tricked. He was a little unhappy at first, but then he thought about it and lost nothing. Instead, he kissed the lover of his dreams twice, which he had never dreamed of back then.
What a wonderful thing!
Amid everyone's cheers, a blushing Liu Yifei stood up, walked to Yang Mo, and then kissed her with her eyes closed... Boo!
When Liu Yifei's soft lips appeared on Yang Mo's mouth, Yang Mo could hardly help but stick out his tongue, but at this moment, Liu Yifei had quickly moved away. Then he turned around and said to the booing person: "Okay.
Lao Lao Lao, I lost, you won."
"You've all kissed each other now, so why not just get together?" Someone suddenly suggested.
Yang Mo listened and pretended not to hear. Anyway, as long as Liu Yifei agreed, he would definitely have no objection. Liu Yifei blushed and said to the man: "Stop making trouble, I shouldn't make such a joke with you today."
.”
"You insist on saying that Chinese men are conservative and restrained." The man replied with a smile.
"Hey, by the way, what's going on?" Yang Mo, who had been encouraged all the time, couldn't help but join in and asked after hearing their incoherent conversation.
At this time, the man explained to Yang Mo: "Feifei was discussing with us the difference between American men and Chinese men. She said that Chinese men are reserved and conservative and would never kiss girls in public. Then we had a fight with her.
Bet, you knew it, you kissed her, and then as punishment, she kissed you again."
"So that's what happened!" Yang Mo touched his lips that still had the fragrance and thought about it for a moment. So these two kisses were in vain?
Yang Mo looked at Liu Yifei subconsciously, feeling that her face was so red that she was about to bleed. He walked to her side and whispered in Chinese: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Liu Yifei whispered, and after a while, she asked again: "Your girlfriend won't be jealous, right?"
girlfriend?
Yang Mo muttered twice in his heart, trying to figure out what Liu Yifei meant, and then deliberately pretended to be confused and said: "What? What jealousy? Can you drink some water? I see your face is red."
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[The fourth update is here. I stayed up all night for two days in a row, and the pain in my eyes is completely gone now. The remaining six updates will be moved to tomorrow morning. Since everyone is resting in the middle of the night, I won’t stay up late tonight. I won’t stay up in the future either.
Try to update everything during the day, so that everyone can read more comfortably, and it will be better for my health. Finally, please vote for me!!]
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